My entire body shook as I got into the car and punched an
address into my phone’s GPS. Can she see my hands shaking uncontrollably?
Inside is she laughing at how weak I am?
“I AM making you
strong”
Since coming into my home over two months ago, she and I
have had multiple other interactions very similar to today's. Every other time
she has watched me physically fall apart at my loss of control.
“I AM your strength”
There isn't a bone in this body that is strong enough to
stand up to or control the defiant behavior of my thirteen year old foster
daughter. When I try on my own, I fail miserably. In my flesh I want to sass
talk right back at those painful words flying at me, and what I wouldn't give
to be able to physically pick her up and put her where I want her when she
plays the ever popular ignoring game. But God whispers into my heart, reminding
me that as alone and helpless as I feel, He is beside me. In Christ I am being
taught to love. I learn that love suffers long. It wants the best for those who
hurt you.
I love you, Lord; you are my strength. The Lord is my rock,
my fortress, and my savior. Psalm 18:1-2
My life is an example to many, because you have been my
strength and protection. Psalm 71:7
God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in
times of trouble. Psalms 46:1
